They will distract JJ further with more sexy through-the-wall chatter. “OK, shove it in.” “It won’t fit!” “Well, FORCE it.” “If I put any more pressure on it, it’ll break!” “*sigh* OK, let’s empty it all out and try again. I swear all of these dominoes fit in this container when we started the game.”
They likely aren’t actually in the house at all. Keyword in this strip is ‘Go back to sleep’ when we already know they planned to leave that very evening. Whatever our Antagonist is hearing is not our heroes, but some form of ruse.
Granted, they could be directly trying to divert him but I don’t imagine they’d even risk being in the same location as him after he already killed one of their own.
Well, he got into the house, but now he has to get past the flying paint cans on the stairs, the blowtorches in the doorways, and the floors mined with sharp objects.
That last panel… I see a balding, melty face giant, wearing a toupee, who was bonked on the head and got a lump from it.
O_- Need… to lay off… the booz.
And then the giant metal shutters slam shut and lock, simultaneously revealing giant speakers. A record player in a armored box begins to spin and the needle drops down to play…THE HAMSTER DANCE!
…but there was a twist! He loves the song! Their plan has been foiled again.
You have given my life a new purpose. I shall go back in time to 1995 and infest the web with animated gifs of a dancing JJ Berten. They will be everywhere. By the year 2000, they will be forgotten. By 2005, they will reappear on top 10 lists of stupid things we used to do on the web. By 2010, they will be revived, repurposed, reinterpreted, retweeted. And the best part? When JJ Berten makes his first appearance in Guilded Age, the readers will say:
“WTF dudes, you based the bad guy on that tired old meme?”
*sigh* So I’m guessing JJ will have a kinda quick death by the end of this, as per norm in these stories, which is not even REMOTELY close to what this murdering piece of s*** deserves…oh well
This is not a morally grey area dude; remorseless assassins who know they are killing innocent people are basically just serial killers- they are as close to inhuman monsters as a person can possibly get and deserve the exact opposite of empathy (antipathy?)
When your attack is going well it’s an ambush!
The best defense is an attack.
And the best attack … is an ambush.
^battle of the chins
Make it too tough for the enemy to get in, and you won’t be able to get out.
This page is deeply scary. Good job.
[Your lockpicking has increased to 63]
(loud grunting as you gain a level)
…do I raise stamina this level? The increased carry capacity could help with all the bodies…
Oh no, oh no, oh no.
I’m dying to know how they’re all gonna get out of this. Or, more likely, some of them.
They will distract JJ further with more sexy through-the-wall chatter. “OK, shove it in.” “It won’t fit!” “Well, FORCE it.” “If I put any more pressure on it, it’ll break!” “*sigh* OK, let’s empty it all out and try again. I swear all of these dominoes fit in this container when we started the game.”
They likely aren’t actually in the house at all. Keyword in this strip is ‘Go back to sleep’ when we already know they planned to leave that very evening. Whatever our Antagonist is hearing is not our heroes, but some form of ruse.
Granted, they could be directly trying to divert him but I don’t imagine they’d even risk being in the same location as him after he already killed one of their own.
Ahh, somehow I totally missed that super important part of the previous page. Damn me!
Sweet, I’m far less worried now.
Had a hunch about this, but forgot about their leaving in evening. Thanks for the heads up.
Happy 4th, Yanks!
My bet’s on the voices being a recording. They’ve probably left some non-lethal trap for him, hopefully involving a discrete call to the police.
And a discreet call, too, because they don’t want their alarmbot screaming their intentions.
I shouldn’t type comments so soon after waking up.
Discreet mathematics know not to disturb the neighbors.
I’m not entirely sure that’s Chrissie’s house…
Actually, an ass chair is a stool. That seat is a suspicious-ass-and-back chair.
relevant xkcd
There’s always a relevant xkcd.
That is exactly my thoughts, Nathanyel.
Calling it now, the next panel: Micro Machines.
Well, he got into the house, but now he has to get past the flying paint cans on the stairs, the blowtorches in the doorways, and the floors mined with sharp objects.
Last panel is just him singing that one 4 Non Blondes song, you know it.
Morphine and chocolate?
Oh my god, does he pray!
It’s pointless being stealthy with a mustache that demands attention!
That last panel… I see a balding, melty face giant, wearing a toupee, who was bonked on the head and got a lump from it.
O_- Need… to lay off… the booz.
Amateurs. Every apartment dweller knows to twist the chain.
If they’re all hoping to attack the darkness I doubt it’s gonna work.
I attack the darkness with Magic Missile!
And then the giant metal shutters slam shut and lock, simultaneously revealing giant speakers. A record player in a armored box begins to spin and the needle drops down to play…THE HAMSTER DANCE!
…but there was a twist! He loves the song! Their plan has been foiled again.
You have given my life a new purpose. I shall go back in time to 1995 and infest the web with animated gifs of a dancing JJ Berten. They will be everywhere. By the year 2000, they will be forgotten. By 2005, they will reappear on top 10 lists of stupid things we used to do on the web. By 2010, they will be revived, repurposed, reinterpreted, retweeted. And the best part? When JJ Berten makes his first appearance in Guilded Age, the readers will say:
“WTF dudes, you based the bad guy on that tired old meme?”
Your brilliance astounds me.
They tricked him into looking up and the floor is covered in Legos.
Nah, they clearly have a pre-recorded audio track playing upstairs. They’re long gone.
https://xkcd.com/37/
“Damn rats, scurrying eveywhere.”
Is this 3F? No? Damnit, I broke into the wrong apartment again!
And then they turn on the lights, pop up from behind the couch, and yell, “Surprise!”
oh god, they remembered his Birthday, and now he’s so touched, he’ll join them on the run from himself.
I have to imagine he chose the apartment beneath theirs on purpose. I wonder why.
Aaaand now, back to the coloured world…
*sigh* So I’m guessing JJ will have a kinda quick death by the end of this, as per norm in these stories, which is not even REMOTELY close to what this murdering piece of s*** deserves…oh well
I find this ways of dehumanising someone (even fictive characters) very interesting.
This is not a morally grey area dude; remorseless assassins who know they are killing innocent people are basically just serial killers- they are as close to inhuman monsters as a person can possibly get and deserve the exact opposite of empathy (antipathy?)
Apathy. The word you seek is apathy.
He’s not armed. Interesting.
What do you mean not armed?
He’s got two big ones.
He considers the bolt cutters a tool, not a weapon. Even when he’s using them to subtract digits.